I’m coming home next month! Now I can officially say it.
Not much new to report, but I will indeed be off to the village tomorrow. Around Douentza, things are hot and slow-paced, as usual. A couple observations about dead animals: apparently, Dave and Chris came back from Hombori and found a dead cat in their bathroom. Like under the cover, in the bathroom hole. Who knows. And then as I walk to the market everyday, I can watch the progress of this dead chicken slowly turning into a pile of feathers sinking into the mud, as living chicks peck around it. Always a good time.
I’ll be back on Saturday with tales of dancing and millet beer, I’m sure.
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